CORNERS, TRAVEL September 21, 2017

On a wednesday afternoon,

my mother and me decided to get in the car and go to Asolo.

One of those places that seem lost in time,

with small boutiques,

flower shops

and draper’s stores.


There are no tall buildings,

pretentiousness or rush.


So we spent the afternoon strolling in cobbled-streets,

sitting in the central square, talking life

and letting this piece of authenticity wonder us.



Because there’s little as striking as the beauty of simple things.







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